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Those Miry Thoughts

Pluvial wreckage-

The Hurried moored in Silence-

Sun flickers through Rain

Below, moldered gloom

Marching of Morning’s commute

Resounding above

Sound of sniffles in the sewer-

Brain’s fumigation

He was born in a nest of claws, with a voice like he swallowed a cactus

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